"Just shut up and stay here in the car," he said and jumped out. And the Goddamn bastard took the keys with him, as though the second I was left alone with the car I'd immediately wreck it. Sonofabitch.
Reinhart went up to a girl and then disappeared with her into a seedy-looking hotel. Meanwhile, I sat there cooling my heels in a double-parked cop car with no keys in it. I never felt so conspicuous in my life. Since the bastard took the keys, I couldn't turn on the heater and it kept getting colder and colder. I was wearing the standard policewoman straight skirt and the cold air targeted between my legs no matter how hard I pressed my thighs together. I thought my crotch was going to freeze. The police radio kept squawking and once when a call came for cars in our district I was forced to reply, hating myself for covering for that big tub of guts, Reinhart, and saying we were on an important stake out and my partner was apprehending a suspect.
Finally, I got out of the car, slammed the door, and walked toward the hotel. I had to make my way through a throng of hookers who seemed to have assembled just to block my path.
"Whatsamattah, honey," one of them said, "your boy friend stand you up for a real woman?"
"What do you mean by that?" I snapped.
"One that got a pussy between her legs instead of a billy club," she replied as though she had a license to be as insulting as possible.
I impulsively shoved her in the face and snarled, "Any more lip out of you and you'll get the book thrown at you." I whisked into the hotel just catching a muffled "Fuck you," as the door closed behind me.
The night clerk remembered the red-faced, crew-cut cop after a lapse in memory when I reminded him that I was a cop too and would bust his ass if he didn't cooperate. "Room 5-C," he told me, and when I found it, I didn't bother to knock. When I opened the door the room was dark and I couldn't see anything, but I heard things as clear as a bell.
Low moans were coming from the room, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of creaking bedsprings. I took the penlight off my belt and snapped it on in the direction of the noise. The small stream of light shined directly on the most salient aspect of what was taking place, and while I wasn't surprised, I gasped out of sheer rage that Reinhart would leave me in that cold police car so he could come up here and fuck.
The light clearly illuminated his stiff cock pumping in and out of a hairy, flexing cunt. The bastard was fucking some bimbo on my time. I was so furious that I had to stand there and watch it like I had to make sure I was really seeing it. The soft white skin of his ass drooped over his hairy balls which were tight from the massive erection he was busily slamming into the waiting whore he'd picked up off the street. It was obvious they were old friends because I heard him admonishing her, "C'mon, Flossie, wiggle your ass. You're a pro. I know you can do better than this. Make me come, you tramp."
When he spoke, I instinctively lowered the beam, and sure enough, she did exactly as she was instructed. Her clenched ass began wiggling in intense vibrations on the sagging mattress, sending her cunt thrusting upward so that it virtually swallowed his prick all the way up to his balls.
"Oooooh," she moaned, "you got me wrong, Reinhart. I just want it to last as long as I can. I don't want you to come too quick and pull out. I want your big, stiff prick in my cunt as long as I can get it. Oh, fuck me, baby."
As I stood there and watched, something about it got to me in spite of myself. Maybe it was because the only thing I could see distinctly was his cock piercing her hairy, juicy cunt. As the seconds passed, I associated what I was seeing with Reinhart's ugly mocking face. It was just two turgid organs in the act of fucking, the prick sliding so wetly in and out of the moist pussy that I could hear his straining shaft squishing against her grasping cunt. I suddenly felt the fabric of my panties cling wetly to my matted cunt hair and realized that my pussy, previously bone dry from the cold air, had become sopping wet.
I couldn't believe that I was so susceptible. But the cream flowing between my legs and the tightness between my thighs wasn't my imagination.
I intended to remove my probing hand, but when the flashlight highlighted his cock suddenly withdrawing from her cunt, I kept my hand on my pussy and began reflexively massaging what was now my steely hard clit, a button of flesh throbbing with every rapid beat of my racing heart.
I instinctively watched his cock. His prick leapt over her torso and stopped, twitching before her cavernous mouth.
"Oh, Jesus," she moaned, "come in me. Come in my mouth. Stick your big prick in my mouth."
"Swallow," he commanded.
But before he could put his cock in her mouth, a huge glob of cum spurted from the turgid knob and flew stickily into her face, sliding viscously down her nose, a syrupy blob dangling in mid-air before she swept her tongue up and hungrily flicked it off, burying it in her slurping mouth.
Now his cock was spewing cum as though it would never stop, bathing her face with steaming cream. Penetrating the milky mask was the pink dart of her tongue, greedily transferring huge globules of jizz from her face into her mouth with ravenous gulps.
By now, I was so turned on that I was rubbing my clit with reckless abandon, feeling the tiny knob of meat growing more erect by the second until it resembled a miniature prick in my kneading fingers.
Before he could finish coming all over the hooker, I slipped out of the room and beat it down the stairs and out of the hotel, back onto the street. I knew that in this neighborhood anything goes, and just as there was a block reserved for prostitutes, around the corner there was a short stretch devoted to what was known as the chickenhawk trade. Chickenhawks are middle-aged men who crave the cocks and asses of young boys, who in turn peddle their cocks and balls to men.
Around the corner I stopped at the first one I saw. By now I was creaming so hotly and copiously, I was sure the thin fabric of my panties must have been dissolved by the foaming discharge from my pussy. But when I looked at this kid and saw the bulge in the crotch of his jeans, a new wave of effluence spilled from my cunt and I could feel it running down my inner thighs. I was sure that if I didn't make my move immediately I was going to leave a pool of pussy juice right there on the sidewalk.
"Come here with me, kid," I ordered him, and like the hookers, he was in no position to say no.
He came tentatively toward me and I grabbed him forcefully by the wrist and dragged him with me as he muttered in a voice that cracked because he was so young that it hadn't quite changed yet. "Whaddaya want with me, lady – I mean, officer?"
I immediately guessed that he was a runaway from some small town in the Midwest – that was one of the few parts of the country where they raised their kids with enough respect to call cops officers. Funny, though, I didn't think what kind of respect he would have for me when I had finished with him – all I was interested in was getting that bulging prick out of his pants and getting its knobby head and stiff shaft into my mouth and cunt, spraying me with its hot, sticky cum.
There was privacy in an alley, so I dragged him in there, feeling far too horny to go through the delay and hassle of taking him to a hotel room as Reinhart had done with his whore. Once we were shielded by the darkness and the brick walls on either side of us, I lost no time in shoving him up against the wall and reading with pleasure the expression of fright on his pale face.
"Pull it out," I commanded.
"Wha-what're you talking… talking about?" he stuttered.
Impulsively I reached to my side and undid the snap on my holster and pulled out my.38 special and pointed it right at his groin. Just so he would get the point, I shoved the barrel against the lump in his crotch.
"You know what I'm talking about, sonny boy," I snarled. "Now let's see it or I'll blow you to kingdom come."